When I was going through that puberty thing a few months after the Sylmar Earthquake shook things up in the San Fernando Valley, there were some noticeable changes that went along with my pre-teen mood swings. One of the most unpleasant moments is when the migraine headaches made an appearance. I found out later that migraines can be a result of the hormonal upheaval women go through during significant live-changing periods. My pubescent migraines were so bad that my mother found a headache doctor who gave me a pill that made the debilitating brain-throbbers subside. His name was Dr. Kudrow and years later his daughter (who was supposed to follow in his footsteps) got cast in a television show called, “Friends” and never made it to med school. I wonder if she ever got migraines when she went through puberty.
Another aspect of hormone-of-the-day episodes that swing in and out of the lives of women is the lack of sleep. I remember what it was like being 12, 13 and 14 and I remember that there were many nights I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I would tip-toe down to our den, slide quietly onto the brown, leather couch, turn on the television and watch, “Movies Till Dawn” on KTLA Channel 5. There on the couch I would watch Godzilla tangle with Monthra or King Kong and I could always count on “The Creature from the Black Lagoon” being part of the lineup at least once every two weeks. He would carry a fainting lady into the water and some dude would try to rescue her.
My favorite was the “Blob” with Steve McQueen. I never got tired of watching the mound of moving Silly Putty push through the little windows inside the movie theater. Up until recently it had been years since I saw that movie and several nights ago I was treated to another late night viewing of “The Blob” with Steve McQueen. The reason I was up at three in the morning? You guessed it. Hormones.
I now find myself in what I hope is the last episode of hormonal fluctuation. One difference is that back when I was 13 I don’t remember having any hot flashes but I sure do remember my inability to have a good night’s sleep. I’m trying to see the positive side of being up a few hours before the sun. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to be at work a few mornings a week by 6:30 am but I’m trying to take it all in stride.
A nice thing about waking up at three in the morning again is that I have way more movie choices and I can work on my computer. During my morning KMMT slot I read a live commercial for Suddenlink and what I say is really true. We have all the movie channels and HD stuff so instead of lying in a dark room looking at the ceiling hoping my tossing and turning doesn’t wake up my husband, I dress in layers and go upstairs. I turn on the television, put the volume on “low” and flip through all the movie channels. I was absolutely delighted when “The Blob” was on during an Encore presentation. It was like the good old days. I tip-toed into the kitchen, made myself a bowl of cereal, and settled in to watch Steve McQueen save the day, again. For those of you who have never watched, “The Blob,” here’s a reminder of the plot taken from a blurb on the IMDB website:
“After teenagers Steve Andrews (Steve McQueen) and his girlfriend Jane Martin (Anita Corset) see a meteorite crash nearby, they set off to investigate. They come across an old man who seems to have some type of gelatinous matters stuck to his hand. They take him to Dr. Halen who isn’t sure what the substance is but Steve becomes convinced it’s a monster of some sort after both the old man and the doctor vanish. As the creature consumes more and more people, it grows larger and larger. Steve’s biggest problem is that he can’t get anyone to believe him and continually faces skeptical policeman and angry parents. The creature finally reaches a size that it cannot be missed and everyone wonders how they will possibly stop it.”
If my sleep pattern keeps up at this rate, I’m sure I’ll have to find some other way to amuse myself at three in the morning because I will eventually have watched every movie ever made. Maybe I will form “The Hash brown Club” so all of us non-sleepers can drive down to Denny’s for a plate of hash browns and watch the sun come up over the Whites. Or maybe I’ll just see if Ambien really does work.